Detective Yarn. Anon.
“My brother was murdered”. Those were the words with which Mr. Milner engaged the services of Zoe Allen, private detective. The man who had run Gary down in his car – Arthur Pearse – had been exonerated by the police, however. “A huge spider had been hiding behind the anti-glare shield in my car”, Arthur Pearse said in court. “Suddenly it ran down my arm… I lost control of my car…” Zoe made enquiries, discovered that Gary’s associates were ne’er-do-wells and crooks. From the dead man’s flat the detective found and rang one number after another; the telephone numbers that were written on Gary’s pad. One remained…
The last number entered on the telephone pad had no name against it, only the initials “A.P.” Was it a man or was it a Lady? After her failures to get any of the “friends” to tell her anything, Zoe was not optimistic as she lifted the phone receiver and dialled. It was while she was waiting for a reply that she had a sudden brainwave, realizing why the initials had seemed to strike a cord in her memory. When a man’s voice answered she decided to take a shot in the dark. For she had nothing to lose.
“Hello. Is that Arthur Pearse?” She asked quickly, and then waited holding her breath with excitment.
“Yes” came the cagey retort. “Who are you?” Zoe grinned with glee.
“I am a VERY CLOSE FRIEND…of Mr. Gary Milner.” Zoe emphasized. “Gary used to tell me EVERYTHING. Don’t you think it a good idea to get together for a little chat? There’s such a lot we can talk about. I’m sure you agree?” There was a pause, then the reply came quite coolly. It was not a pleasant voice but well educated, and Zoe took an instinctive dislike to its owner even though she had not yet seen him.
“What did you say your name is? I think you’re right” He asked. “I did not say my name” said Zoe “I will introduce myself when we meet. What time shall I come?”
“To-night at eight” So saying that suited her, Zoe hung up. So far so good but there was much to find out before she interviewed Mr. Arthur Pearse. She had yet to know his connection with the deceased and if he had any motive for the crime.
Zoe did not return to her flat or office but took a taxi to the Bayswater road where the accident had taken place. She dismissed the cab and took a considerable time examining the spot where the car had mounted the pavement, with great care. She stared up down and sideways, and consulted her watch thoughtfully.
To Be Continued Elsewhere.
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